Chapter 47

Evan crawled over Morgan, pushing him onto his back. He sat up and pushed Morgan’s legs up. “Put your hands behind your knees.”

Morgan did as he was told, and Evan lowered his head.

“Jesus,” Morgan gasped as Evan slid his tongue inside him.

Evan had not done this in so long that he had almost forgotten how much he enjoyed it. A man’s taste was addictive, and Morgan was no exception. Evan moaned softly as he pushed his tongue inside Morgan. He felt Morgan tremble, and he smiled. He flicked his tongue over Morgan’s hole once more and sat up.

“Don’t move,” he whispered.

He got up and opened up the battered chest at the foot of the bed, smiling when he found the jar of golden oil. Perhaps his magic had preserved some things after all. As he uncapped the jar, he crawled back onto the bed. He rubbed two fingers in the oil and then stroked them over the puckered hole of Morgan’s body.